This is a song about "You re the cure"

I promise i'mma call you back

Hell naw you need to re-think that

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

The whole point of recycling is to re use with a reason & rhyme

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Now some people might find this weird but you re not really scared

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Im an infection and there is no cure

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure